It’s a little weird to admit, but I’m obsessed with “day in the life” posts. I love sitting behind my computer screen all creepy like, feeling like I’m getting a secret glimpse into a blogger’s daily life. I love knowing what time people wake up, what brand of toothpaste they use, and what they eat for lunch. It really thrills me.
Oh, my sad little life.
And as much as I over-share here in my little corner of the internet, I’ve never actually done a day in MY life post. You’re shocked, I know. But I believe it’s time to change that. I now present to you, NSB’s very first Day In the RIVETING Life post. Brace yourself.
4:30am // Wake the hell up.
Turn on lamp. Rub eyes. Sit there for a minute before deciding that I work really hard, and I deserve a snooze. So snooze I did. And nine minutes later, I was up and at ‘em. (Taylor is usually gone by 5 most mornings, but he had a big test, so he was up at 3:45 and out of the house by 4am. I know. It’s terrible.)
4:42am // Head into my home office. AKA the corner that houses the foam roller, the chair that Taylor hates, and the $20 Target ottoman.
This is usually when I make the morning blog rounds and/or work on any current or upcoming NSB posts. This morning I caught up my Bloglovin’ feed and added the finishing touches to this post before publishing. I also spent a solid 10 minutes watching YouTube videos because mornings are for productivity.
5:45am // Shower time. I was going to take pictures of that but then I realized my phone isn’t waterproof and I was like UGGHHH.
6:00am // I emerge from shower clean and ready to take on the world, but immediately realized the YouTube-ing put me about ten minutes behind schedule. The frantic and half-assed blow drying and curling begins and ends, and then it’s time to put on the mask.
6:55am // DONE.
6:57am // Set out running clothes for the evening.
7:00am // Time to make the bed. I’m not proud of it, but coming home to an unmade bed after a long day of work has the power to put me in an instantly pissy mood. So I really really try to make the bed most days of the week. Our bed is pretty simple, so it really only takes about two minutes.
7:05am // BREAKFAST.
With turkey bacon because MEAT.
7:30am // Head to work. Catch a killer pink sunrise and attempt a photo whilst driving.
7:39am // Arrive at work (I know – rough commute). Take the stairs because of some stupid commitment I made to only myself. Five floors is a long f’in way.
8:30am // Work a bit, and then it’s coffee time. A little Folger’s classic with dulce de leche creamer is spot on. We have a Keurig at home, but I still almost always wait until work for my cup of coffee. Honestly, Folgers tastes better and I like the 67 million creamer choices my office offers.
10:30am // Work. Boring. Time for snack. Today it’s a little pack of peaches.
I was about five bites in when I glanced at the label and realized my peaches were sitting in artificially sweetened water. I had a minor freakout (sucralose scares the shit out of me) and immediately chunked the rest in the trash.
Work. Work. More work.
12:30pm // LUNCH TIME. Sunday night leftovers – chicken taco with black beans, chips, and Chipotle guac.
I get an hour break for lunch. Sometimes I leave the office, sometimes I don’t. Today is a pretty busy Monday and I’m still catching up from when I was sick last week, so I opt to stay in. After lunch I was still hungry, so I munched on some carrots and ranch.
Work. Still more work. Get bored, take a selfie.
2:45pm // Nutella break. Nom-licious.
3:20pm // Getting antsy. Opt for a quick trip outside and a walk around the building to wake me up a little.
Take the stairs AGAIN on the way back up. It hurt more this time.
3:28pm // Return back to my desk and see I’ve missed my daily Taylor call. Call him back and chat about absolutely nothing.
5:27pm // FREEDOM. JK – just time to leave work. It’s a gorgeous day and I start to get depressed when I hop in my car and realize how much I’ve missed by being cooped up in the office all day.
Snap a photo of my favorite spot on my drive home. Safely, of course.
5:40pm // I’m home, and Taylor is thrilled. JUST KIDDING. I force him to take this photo and he is less than enthused. But he’s pretty good at faking it, no?
5:45pm // Set out ingredients for a quick dinner that Taylor can get started on while I’m running. Try not to pass judgment on the girl who had an artificial sweetener freakout. I still like my enriched macaroni product and buttery garlic bread.
6:00pm // Time for a RUN. According to the training plan, tonight it’s four miles. The sunset looks all fall and stuff and it makes my heart happy.
6:38pm // Snap a quick selfie before heading home.
6:40pm // I walk in the door to a house that smells like ground turkey and find Taylor standing by the stove literally watching water boil. I make fun of him, HARD. Then I shut up when I realize he’s making dinner and I’m lying on the ground in a pool of my own sweat.
7:00pm // DINNER TIME. We’re old people, and we actually never eat this late, I just wanted to get my run in right after work. It’ll probably start being this way from now on with fall and daylight savings coming up.
7:15pm // Cleanup and pack leftovers for our lunches tomorrow.
7:40pm // COUCH TIME. Blog/watch Property Brothers (which is now on Netflix in case you didnt’ know).
Force one more selfie and ignore the comment from Taylor about how terrible I smell.
8:45pm // Hop in the shower. Again, lack of waterproof camera. I know you’re all disappointed.
9:10pm // Taylor hops in the shower and I camp out in bed watching New Girl and making the the last of the blog rounds for the evening.
9:48pm // LIGHTS OUT!
And that, my friends, was a complete and total, no holds barred, day in the life.
I told you it was riveting.